Who Am I To the Public

I am amongst a cold, barren desert left unconquered by all who tried to seize in winter I cruelly laugh mockingly at their repeat offender failure I am as red as rust, traditions strong nature a guide, taking like all in stride I am the brainiac, the one with all the answers though it suits me just fine to be the one with the muted tongue I am the founder of what Shakespeare questioned 'Would a rose by any other name sound just as sweet' The answer arrived in twin brown eyes I am reincarnated into another being another kind different from who I stand before everything this day I am part wolf, part chameleon I change my colors with my surroundings providing a bright sense of comfort but I prefer solitude beside myself, forever alone I am orange in color, sustenance for a four-legged beast equipped with pointy ears and a fluffy tail I am a dunce alongside a genius and a con artist, my best friends always in a mix of convoluted schemes just to have enough to solve sweet toothed needs I am a pigskin cradled protectively, dodging brick after brick at full speed to reach a destination only suitable for champions I am 1,222 pages strong filled with deep emotion, complicated stories, memories of a loser who lives like a slave, a romantic, a gladiator, a chameleon, a wolf, a brainiac, a zombie I am common sense untouched, utilized for nothing I watch as impulsive acts win over contemplative thinking I am the one, the only one who desires to be nothing to be left dead and buried on an island far away yet I hold on so severely, so desperately to all friends all the ones who have made my life important I am me